My phone exploded with calls and texts after the missed payment. Mallory accused me of punishing her children, while Brent claimed I was destroying the family.

I stopped answering. Every conversation followed the same pattern—they demanded, I explained, and somehow I still ended up being the villain.

Two weeks later, a process server appeared at my apartment door. My father and sister were suing me for causing financial hardship.

Their filing claimed I had verbally agreed to support the family indefinitely. My attorney read it twice before shaking his head-